The one guy had a Licence to Kill. I’ve got one for the racetrack. Part 2: Taxi rides, parts hunts, and electricity on instalments

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    A few hours earlier — Friday morning. Sitting in a taxi on the way to the track felt like some parallel universe. I was technically heading for a racing licence — something that should smell like control, precision, and “I’ve got my life sorted”. And yet there I was in the back of a taxi, while my own car was six kilometres away, parked up somewhere, probably having a quiet little pity party. The road to Poznań was harmless. The taxi was warm, quiet, reliable. I realised my body was reacting to every normal bit of acceleration like it didn’t trust it — as if it was asking: “Hang on… so it can move without drama?” I leaned my head against the window and stared out, and somewhere between exhaustion and adrenaline an annoying thought popped up: maybe today would actually be… easy. Luckily, day one was theory. No car needed. No starting. No chasing volts. No praying for 14. Just a classroom, rules, flags, behaviour, safety — all the stuff that makes motorsport feel like...
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Project Marrakesh – Part 5: Priority List — Space, Space… and More Space

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Project Marrakesh

 


              

The priority list for the conversion can be summed up in one sentence:

1) Space. 2) Space. 3) Space.
And even that still isn’t really enough.

To get any grip on this at all, one decision has to be made:

The rear seats have to go.

In a Porsche 944 they’re less “back seats” and more “beautifully shaped emergency seating for people you don’t like that much”. Removing them lets me extend the boot floor and build practical storage compartments instead.

It’s the first step towards “adventure-ready daily usability” — under the general principle of “order is half of life”.
(And the other half is looking for things you swear you just had in your hand.)

The mini kitchen in the spare wheel well

The spare wheel well gets a new purpose: a small but portable kitchen box — something we can even take into a hotel room if needed.

Nothing huge. Just enough to keep coffee, sugar, milk and basic cooking gear within reach, without having to search the entire car like we’re archaeologists.

The spare wheel itself moves to the roof.

A roof rack?

You can’t really buy one.
And you definitely don’t want to pay for one.
So yes — that will be welded up as well.

Side pockets, water & order

Left and right in the boot there’s a large recess on each side. The perfect opportunity:

  • one side for the water canister (size still being tested)

  • one side for the cooking kit

The new extended boot floor should then hold:

  • the fridge

  • an extra battery

  • camping chairs and table

  • our luggage

  • and, theoretically, still the shoes

Theoretically. All claims without warranty. 😄

Electrics & comfort

So no gadget drains the starter battery, the Porsche will get its own little power hub:

  • new sockets

  • each individually fused

  • all switchable from the driver’s seat

The boot gets insulation, new speakers go in, and the seats and door cards get fresh upholstery.

 

                                     

                                     

                                     

                                     

                                     

                                               

 

Project Marrakesh – Part 5 of 8

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